Easy as... [Hong Kong/Norway]
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roesslyngTitle: Easy as...
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Hong Kong/Norway
Rating: 18+
Length: ~1900
Summary: Fumbling and innuendo lead to other things.
Other: Established relationship. I think there were originally meant to be more scenes in this, but let's call it done.
Easy as...
Another vacation with Norway.
Hong Kong hadn't bothered to justify it as anything else. Nobody would be fooled by that, anyway. If he was going to go over to Norway's place, he might as well call it what it was, even if the trip was a low-key thing, just the two of them staying out at Norway's house in the countryside.
They'd spent most of the day outside, taking long forest walks. Every glance showed a landscape that looked as though it belonged in a glossy tourist magazine, and there were hardly any people in sight. Hong Kong had been caught between 'unnerved' due to the silence, and 'hot and bothered' due to the view, but he managed to keep Norway from noticing.
Or so he thought. For the moment.
Then back to Norway's place. Rest. Hong Kong headed into the living room and sank down onto the sofa, head falling back and eyes falling shut as he listened to Norway brewing coffee in the kitchen. Though he wasn't sure he'd ever be completely comfortable at Norway's place, he'd reached a point where it was... pretty damn cozy. Both being there, and their relationship.
Whatever that was.
Not that he'd been trying to catch Norway's interest that one time when he'd dropped by Norway's place with Iceland on their way to Reykjavik a few years ago. That hadn't been on his agenda at all. But he knew an invitation when he saw one. And it had led... well. To something unexpected.
He heard Norway come in, and opened one eye.
The coffee mugs went on the couchside table. But instead of taking a place beside Hong Kong, Norway sank down into his lap. It wasn't the first time he'd done that, long legs stretching out, long arms wrapping around Hong Kong's shoulders. But it was still a little weird.
"You're like a cat," Hong Kong said, snaking his arm around Norway's waist.
"How's that?"
"You'll sit somewhere even if there shouldn't be room. If you fit, you sit."
"Can't say I hear you complaining."
Norway's breath was warm by Hong Kong's ear. It made him flush, but he knew better than to interpret it as anything.
Sometimes it was hard to tell whether Norway wanted sex or whether he just wanted to cuddle, because both moods often started out the same way. But Hong Kong did take the opportunity to let his hand slip a little lower. "Well, that's okay. Because I'm not complaining."
A soft, acknowledging sigh as Norway pressed his face to Hong Kong's hair. "All right." A pause. Fingertips against his cheek. "But do tell me, won't you. If I go and do something you don't like."
"It's fine! You're not, like, too heavy or anything."
"That ain't what I meant," Norway muttered. But he gave a dip of the head to show that he understood what Hong Kong was getting at. It was followed by a soft kiss against his cheek. Cuddles it is, then, Hong Kong thought, as Norway shifted in his lap to get more comfortable. Maybe even the coffee had been an excuse for cuddles. "Besides," Hong Kong continued, "You're easy."
Norway stilled. Then he withdrew, taking a long look at Hong Kong, head tilted to the side and one eyebrow raised. "Is that so," he said. The way he spoke made it sound like that was the funniest thing he'd heard in a while. "'Easy'?"
It took a moment for the meaning to catch up with Hong Kong. "Uh," he said, trying to keep a straight face even as he felt himself slowly start to turn red from embarrassment. Great, he thought to himself, you accidentally called the guy you're sleeping with a slut. Fantastic. "I meant to say that you're easy to talk to. About, uh. Touching and... stuff." It wasn't the smooth and cool save he'd been hoping for, but it was the truth.
"You're sure about that, now." Norway still had that amused look, smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"Yes! I mean, like – telling you what I want and don't want. That's easy." Hong Kong cleared his throat. "Not to get serious about it or anything, but like, you did start talking about that first."
"That I did," Norway admitted.
For a long, long moment, Norway looked at Hong Kong, and Hong Kong looked back. It was hard to tell what he might be thinking, and hard to think of what to say. Not that Hong Kong thought Norway would mind the awkwardness, but after all that fumbling, it would be better to avoid sounding like an awkward, flustered kid.
He didn't get a chance to say anything else. Without a word, Norway tilted Hong Kong's chin up, then dipped his head to kiss him. It was a long kiss. Not soft and brief, like the one to his cheek before. It was lingering and pliant.
Hong Kong swept his tongue over Norway's lips, feeling them part for him. Hot and wet. The angle was awkward, the way he had to tilt his head back so they could kiss. Norway had cupped his cheeks, the touch gentle.
Hong Kong let his hand slide a little lower. Not that he was trying to be subtle about it. After a moment, Norway paused, one of his hands dropping to cover Hong Kong's. He gave it a squeeze, then took hold of it and directed it where he wanted it to go – squarely on Norway's thigh.
Grinning into the kiss, Hong Kong took the hint, letting his palm slide down, then up to the hip, then down. With an invitation like that, he didn't see any need to be light or subtle. Especially not with Norway gasping against his mouth, his long arms looped around Hong Kong's shoulders.
It was when he slid his hand over the curve of Norway's ass that Norway finally withdrew, taking a long breath as he nosed at Hong Kong's cheek.
"So," Norway breathed.
"So?" Hong Kong asked, trying to sound cool and confident even though his cheeks were burning.
Norway's lips brushed Hong Kong's ear, his breath hot and close. "How about we go upstairs and I show you just how easy I can be?"
"Uh," Hong Kong said. It was hardly the suave comeback he was aiming for. "Sure," he managed, trying again, and that time he at least sounded kind of cool, or so he hoped. There was no doubt in his mind that Norway had noticed that his brain had stopped working for a second or two, but he didn't say anything about it; only stole another soft, quick kiss, then slid out of Hong Kong's lap.
They had been together enough times by now that there was no nervousness as Hong Kong followed Norway up the stairs. Not that he'd ever have admitted to nervousness the first time, either. That he'd been flustered, yes. Full of anticipation, sure. More than a little horny, okay. Not nervous. But he had been, once, and wasn't any more.
Norway gripped his hand, gave it a squeeze, and drew him into the bedroom.
It was tidy, as Norway's bedroom always was. The blackout curtains were pulled shut, but a sliver of light spilled into the room, washing across Norway's face. Hong Kong didn't wait for him to speak. Taking advantage of the fact that they were still holding hands, he pulled him close, then kissed him again.
Soon he had Norway's body pressed tight against his, Norway's hands touching his face. Hong Kong let his hands slide, down Norway's back and further, until he could grab Norway's ass and pull him against his hips. Norway stood with his feet apart, as if to make it easier for him, and as Hong Kong quickly recalled what had led them to the bedroom in the first place, he decided that this was probably true.
Norway had never objected to Hong Kong touching him however he wanted. Occasionally, he'd offer some patient guidance, but that was all. And he was never judgmental, no matter how eager Hong Kong was or how much he fumbled.
Being with him was so easy.
Hong Kong took advantage of the position they were in, grabbing at Norway's ass, feeling the firm curves between the thin fabric of Norway's shorts. He dipped his fingers between the cheeks, pressing along the cleft in his ass through the fabric. Moaning against Hong Kong's mouth, Norway ground up against him. He was hard, and the desperate way he rolled his hips against him made Hong Kong's own arousal just a little less embarrassing.
"Enough playing around," Norway muttered against Hong Kong's mouth. His teeth scraped his lower lip, pressed, bit down before withdrawing.
"What, like, you just can't wait for this?" Hong Kong asked, trying to keep his voice low and sexy as he pulled Norway's hips against his own, not that doing so would make it less obvious than before how aroused he was.
A soft huff of a laugh. Norway drew away enough to give him a look, smiling, eyes crinkling at the corners. "No. I can't," he said, hands dropping to work at Hong Kong's trousers. "And I think you can't wait either."
The bed creaked underneath them.
Hong Kong groaned, thrusting deep into Norway. Norway, who was sprawled out under him, legs up over Hong Kong's shoulders, hands gripping the sheets as his hips moved, snapping up to meet him.
"Ought to try to make me come without being touched," Norway breathed.
Hong Kong met his eyes, feeling lightheaded. Norway's voice was low, husky, and even just hearing him say that was almost enough to make him lose it. "'S that... even possible?" Hong Kong panted. "Outside of, like, porno movies."
Norway smiled up at him. "'Course it is," he said. "Hold on. I'll...." He shifted minutely under Hong Kong, adjusting their position slightly. "There, now. Keep going. Deeper."
Well, there was no way he could do anything else. All Hong Kong could do was thrust into him, matching Norway's rhythm and trying so, so hard not to come before Norway did.
Beneath him, Norway met his gaze, eyes hazy through his lashes. He seemed to be losing it more and more by the minute, hips rolling and fingers scrabbling at the sheets. As if it as too much. As if it was taking all his willpower not to put his hand between his legs, grip himself and get himself off.
It was a relief when Norway finally came, a jerk of the hips and a soft gasp all the warning before it happened, semen spilling over his stomach. Hong Kong came only a moment later, surprised he'd managed to last that long.
When they finally collapsed together, it was a while before either of them spoke. They rested side by side in the dim light, their breath gradually slowing. Hong Kong slid his arm around Norway, pulling him close.
"So," Norway said finally. "You managed."
Hong Kong glanced at his face. He was smiling, the slight upturn of his lips barely visible. "Yeah," Hong Kong said. "I did." And he couldn't help but feel pretty pleased with himself for it.
As if sensing his thoughts, Norway pressed a soft kiss to his lips, then murmured, "Just wait 'til you see what else I can teach you."
A dozen things slipped through Hong Kong's thoughts, but instead of speaking, he kissed him.
He could hardly wait.
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Hong Kong/Norway
Rating: 18+
Length: ~1900
Summary: Fumbling and innuendo lead to other things.
Other: Established relationship. I think there were originally meant to be more scenes in this, but let's call it done.
Easy as...
Another vacation with Norway.
Hong Kong hadn't bothered to justify it as anything else. Nobody would be fooled by that, anyway. If he was going to go over to Norway's place, he might as well call it what it was, even if the trip was a low-key thing, just the two of them staying out at Norway's house in the countryside.
They'd spent most of the day outside, taking long forest walks. Every glance showed a landscape that looked as though it belonged in a glossy tourist magazine, and there were hardly any people in sight. Hong Kong had been caught between 'unnerved' due to the silence, and 'hot and bothered' due to the view, but he managed to keep Norway from noticing.
Or so he thought. For the moment.
Then back to Norway's place. Rest. Hong Kong headed into the living room and sank down onto the sofa, head falling back and eyes falling shut as he listened to Norway brewing coffee in the kitchen. Though he wasn't sure he'd ever be completely comfortable at Norway's place, he'd reached a point where it was... pretty damn cozy. Both being there, and their relationship.
Whatever that was.
Not that he'd been trying to catch Norway's interest that one time when he'd dropped by Norway's place with Iceland on their way to Reykjavik a few years ago. That hadn't been on his agenda at all. But he knew an invitation when he saw one. And it had led... well. To something unexpected.
He heard Norway come in, and opened one eye.
The coffee mugs went on the couchside table. But instead of taking a place beside Hong Kong, Norway sank down into his lap. It wasn't the first time he'd done that, long legs stretching out, long arms wrapping around Hong Kong's shoulders. But it was still a little weird.
"You're like a cat," Hong Kong said, snaking his arm around Norway's waist.
"How's that?"
"You'll sit somewhere even if there shouldn't be room. If you fit, you sit."
"Can't say I hear you complaining."
Norway's breath was warm by Hong Kong's ear. It made him flush, but he knew better than to interpret it as anything.
Sometimes it was hard to tell whether Norway wanted sex or whether he just wanted to cuddle, because both moods often started out the same way. But Hong Kong did take the opportunity to let his hand slip a little lower. "Well, that's okay. Because I'm not complaining."
A soft, acknowledging sigh as Norway pressed his face to Hong Kong's hair. "All right." A pause. Fingertips against his cheek. "But do tell me, won't you. If I go and do something you don't like."
"It's fine! You're not, like, too heavy or anything."
"That ain't what I meant," Norway muttered. But he gave a dip of the head to show that he understood what Hong Kong was getting at. It was followed by a soft kiss against his cheek. Cuddles it is, then, Hong Kong thought, as Norway shifted in his lap to get more comfortable. Maybe even the coffee had been an excuse for cuddles. "Besides," Hong Kong continued, "You're easy."
Norway stilled. Then he withdrew, taking a long look at Hong Kong, head tilted to the side and one eyebrow raised. "Is that so," he said. The way he spoke made it sound like that was the funniest thing he'd heard in a while. "'Easy'?"
It took a moment for the meaning to catch up with Hong Kong. "Uh," he said, trying to keep a straight face even as he felt himself slowly start to turn red from embarrassment. Great, he thought to himself, you accidentally called the guy you're sleeping with a slut. Fantastic. "I meant to say that you're easy to talk to. About, uh. Touching and... stuff." It wasn't the smooth and cool save he'd been hoping for, but it was the truth.
"You're sure about that, now." Norway still had that amused look, smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"Yes! I mean, like – telling you what I want and don't want. That's easy." Hong Kong cleared his throat. "Not to get serious about it or anything, but like, you did start talking about that first."
"That I did," Norway admitted.
For a long, long moment, Norway looked at Hong Kong, and Hong Kong looked back. It was hard to tell what he might be thinking, and hard to think of what to say. Not that Hong Kong thought Norway would mind the awkwardness, but after all that fumbling, it would be better to avoid sounding like an awkward, flustered kid.
He didn't get a chance to say anything else. Without a word, Norway tilted Hong Kong's chin up, then dipped his head to kiss him. It was a long kiss. Not soft and brief, like the one to his cheek before. It was lingering and pliant.
Hong Kong swept his tongue over Norway's lips, feeling them part for him. Hot and wet. The angle was awkward, the way he had to tilt his head back so they could kiss. Norway had cupped his cheeks, the touch gentle.
Hong Kong let his hand slide a little lower. Not that he was trying to be subtle about it. After a moment, Norway paused, one of his hands dropping to cover Hong Kong's. He gave it a squeeze, then took hold of it and directed it where he wanted it to go – squarely on Norway's thigh.
Grinning into the kiss, Hong Kong took the hint, letting his palm slide down, then up to the hip, then down. With an invitation like that, he didn't see any need to be light or subtle. Especially not with Norway gasping against his mouth, his long arms looped around Hong Kong's shoulders.
It was when he slid his hand over the curve of Norway's ass that Norway finally withdrew, taking a long breath as he nosed at Hong Kong's cheek.
"So," Norway breathed.
"So?" Hong Kong asked, trying to sound cool and confident even though his cheeks were burning.
Norway's lips brushed Hong Kong's ear, his breath hot and close. "How about we go upstairs and I show you just how easy I can be?"
"Uh," Hong Kong said. It was hardly the suave comeback he was aiming for. "Sure," he managed, trying again, and that time he at least sounded kind of cool, or so he hoped. There was no doubt in his mind that Norway had noticed that his brain had stopped working for a second or two, but he didn't say anything about it; only stole another soft, quick kiss, then slid out of Hong Kong's lap.
They had been together enough times by now that there was no nervousness as Hong Kong followed Norway up the stairs. Not that he'd ever have admitted to nervousness the first time, either. That he'd been flustered, yes. Full of anticipation, sure. More than a little horny, okay. Not nervous. But he had been, once, and wasn't any more.
Norway gripped his hand, gave it a squeeze, and drew him into the bedroom.
It was tidy, as Norway's bedroom always was. The blackout curtains were pulled shut, but a sliver of light spilled into the room, washing across Norway's face. Hong Kong didn't wait for him to speak. Taking advantage of the fact that they were still holding hands, he pulled him close, then kissed him again.
Soon he had Norway's body pressed tight against his, Norway's hands touching his face. Hong Kong let his hands slide, down Norway's back and further, until he could grab Norway's ass and pull him against his hips. Norway stood with his feet apart, as if to make it easier for him, and as Hong Kong quickly recalled what had led them to the bedroom in the first place, he decided that this was probably true.
Norway had never objected to Hong Kong touching him however he wanted. Occasionally, he'd offer some patient guidance, but that was all. And he was never judgmental, no matter how eager Hong Kong was or how much he fumbled.
Being with him was so easy.
Hong Kong took advantage of the position they were in, grabbing at Norway's ass, feeling the firm curves between the thin fabric of Norway's shorts. He dipped his fingers between the cheeks, pressing along the cleft in his ass through the fabric. Moaning against Hong Kong's mouth, Norway ground up against him. He was hard, and the desperate way he rolled his hips against him made Hong Kong's own arousal just a little less embarrassing.
"Enough playing around," Norway muttered against Hong Kong's mouth. His teeth scraped his lower lip, pressed, bit down before withdrawing.
"What, like, you just can't wait for this?" Hong Kong asked, trying to keep his voice low and sexy as he pulled Norway's hips against his own, not that doing so would make it less obvious than before how aroused he was.
A soft huff of a laugh. Norway drew away enough to give him a look, smiling, eyes crinkling at the corners. "No. I can't," he said, hands dropping to work at Hong Kong's trousers. "And I think you can't wait either."
The bed creaked underneath them.
Hong Kong groaned, thrusting deep into Norway. Norway, who was sprawled out under him, legs up over Hong Kong's shoulders, hands gripping the sheets as his hips moved, snapping up to meet him.
"Ought to try to make me come without being touched," Norway breathed.
Hong Kong met his eyes, feeling lightheaded. Norway's voice was low, husky, and even just hearing him say that was almost enough to make him lose it. "'S that... even possible?" Hong Kong panted. "Outside of, like, porno movies."
Norway smiled up at him. "'Course it is," he said. "Hold on. I'll...." He shifted minutely under Hong Kong, adjusting their position slightly. "There, now. Keep going. Deeper."
Well, there was no way he could do anything else. All Hong Kong could do was thrust into him, matching Norway's rhythm and trying so, so hard not to come before Norway did.
Beneath him, Norway met his gaze, eyes hazy through his lashes. He seemed to be losing it more and more by the minute, hips rolling and fingers scrabbling at the sheets. As if it as too much. As if it was taking all his willpower not to put his hand between his legs, grip himself and get himself off.
It was a relief when Norway finally came, a jerk of the hips and a soft gasp all the warning before it happened, semen spilling over his stomach. Hong Kong came only a moment later, surprised he'd managed to last that long.
When they finally collapsed together, it was a while before either of them spoke. They rested side by side in the dim light, their breath gradually slowing. Hong Kong slid his arm around Norway, pulling him close.
"So," Norway said finally. "You managed."
Hong Kong glanced at his face. He was smiling, the slight upturn of his lips barely visible. "Yeah," Hong Kong said. "I did." And he couldn't help but feel pretty pleased with himself for it.
As if sensing his thoughts, Norway pressed a soft kiss to his lips, then murmured, "Just wait 'til you see what else I can teach you."
A dozen things slipped through Hong Kong's thoughts, but instead of speaking, he kissed him.
He could hardly wait.
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